Jiang Li instructed Tonger and Bai Xue a few words, then headed towards the teahouse alone.
"Here she comes," Lu Jiu stroked his beard, "My lord, to be frank, I am somewhat afraid of Miss Jiang the Second."
"Afraid of what?" Jih Heng fiddled with his folding fan, "Just a young girl."
"Miss Jiang the Second is no ordinary young girl," Lu Jiu too laughed, "She administers both grace and authority. She has mastered the art of politics, just like Jiang Yuanbai. But what I don't understand is, she hasn't been by Jiang Yuanbai's side for eight years, so how could she be so acquainted with the ways of bureaucracy? It's as if Jiang Yuanbai himself had taught her hand-in-hand. Could it be that natural inheritance comes with being one's own flesh and blood?"
Jih Heng glanced at him: "That's something not just anyone can inherit."